Haggis, anyone?

I went to one here in Cincy, was very disappointed. Previous years were great. This year's was a dud. Not much going on, so I had my haggis, a couple of pints and headed home. No kilt -- I don't think the world wants to see that.

 

Some have meat and cannot eat,
Some can not eat that want it:
But we have meat and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit. (Grimble, Robert Burns 118)

Btw, I own some kilts. Which, of course, still doesn't reveal my gender!

 

Begs the question: "In a skin" of what?

 

A nice, light-hearted (for Scots) tribute to poets a few centuries before Rabbie. The actual shout-outs begin a few stanzas after the quoted portion (hey, I'm merciful):


Lament for the Makers

I THAT in heill was and gladness
Am trublit now with great sickness
And feblit with infirmitie:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Our plesance here is all vain glory,
This fals world is but transitory,
The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

The state of man does change and vary,
Now sound, now sick, now blyth, now sary,
Now dansand mirry, now like to die:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

No state in Erd here standis sicker;
As with the wynd wavis the wicker
So wannis this world's vanitie:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

Unto the Death gois all Estatis,
Princis, Prelatis, and Potestatis,
Baith rich and poor of all degree:--
Timor Mortis conturbat me.

 

Sunshine on Leith is great, too.